On Saturday night, I had a dream that there was a baby girl (mine) on the floor of a church. I don't do dream interpretations, so I can't tell you what it means, except I thought it was odd. It was a blue eyed baby with light red hair; I was a green eyed baby with light red hair. My kids both have brown eyes. The fact that I remembered it was even more remarkable, as I do not remember my dreams. (And a church? WHAT?)

However, that's not the half of it. I woke up with the song "Lightening Crashes" in my head.

I heard it a few times this summer and looked up the lyrics; they're a little bizarre. In the premiere place to find information out, Wikipedia, I discovered the songwriter was really writing about the circle of life - how birth and death tend to go hand in hand.

Now, normally I wouldn't even write about this, BUT, Bella and I went to have lunch where Peter works. They had an excellent playlist streaming, so much so, that I pulled out Shazam to find out what we were listening to. Amy MacDonald, for the record. "Mr. Rock & Roll" and "This Is My Life." I never heard of her before today.

What song do you think came on while we were eating? Come on, guess.

YES. "Lightening Crashes."

Just so you know...

I have zero clue what this all means, but I figured I had best write about. Maybe one of you has a thought?

I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.~ Rumi

Anthropologist Angeles Arrien is quoted as saying, "If, after 50, you're not exhibiting signs of wisdom, it's less than becoming."

I suspect you're exhibiting signs of wisdom. Thinking about birth and death, how that whole cycle works, what it means for the family of earth as a whole and each of us personally, and how to still find beauty or joy in the midst of sudden life changes, those are issues that come upon us as we age and (hopefully) mature.

By now, we've all seen people we love die. We've seen new ones be born. We've died ourselves in a thousand ways, and come alive again in a thousand more. We've wept, and we've laughed. And so it goes.

Life is rich and beautiful, whether it's long or short. I don't know just what your dream means because it's your dream, not mine, but I'd guess you're coming to a new appreciation of life's beautiful mysteries.